ɪɴꜰɪɴɪᴛᴇ ᴠᴀʟᴏʀ: ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇʀᴏ'ꜱ ᴛᴀʟᴇ

ꜰɪᴠᴇ - ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇ

In the midst of a fierce battle between Izuku and Bakugo, far away in a quiet office, a man hunched over a pile of documents suddenly froze, his pen slipping from his grasp. His breath caught as a surge of energy washed over him, so powerful it left him momentarily stunned. His eyes widened in disbelief.

"No… It can't be…" he muttered, his voice trembling. "That means…" A gasp escaped his lips as realization dawned.

Urgency filled his chest, and without a second thought, he abandoned the paperwork, dashing from the room with a speed that defied human limits. He soared through the air, headed straight for the royal palace. His mind raced with one thought: I must inform His Majesty and Her Majesty immediately!

Upon his arrival at the grand palace gates, the guards instinctively bowed before him. However, they noticed the troubled expression etched on his face. The tension was palpable, and one of the knights, standing nearby, dared to ask, "Royal Commander, is everything alright?"

Without slowing down, the Royal Commander—Sir William Harrington—responded curtly, "Take me to His Majesty at once."

The knight, flustered by the commander's grave tone, hurried inside the palace, making his way to the throne room. Bowing before the king, he stammered, "Y-Your Majesty, the Royal Commander has requested an urgent audience. He carries a look of deep concern…"

The king's gaze sharpened, sensing the gravity of the situation even before the knight finished speaking. "Bring him to me at once," he commanded.

Moments later, Sir William arrived, accompanied by another figure of authority—the General. They exchanged a silent, knowing look as they both entered the throne room.

His Majesty’s expression was a mixture of curiosity and concern as the two men bowed deeply before him. The Royal Commander spoke first, his voice filled with urgency, "Your Majesty, we bring troubling news."

The king’s eyes narrowed. "Go on."

"I have felt the awakening of an incredibly powerful quirk, Your Majesty. One I haven’t sensed in decades." Sir William’s voice trembled ever so slightly as he delivered the news. "It is the Frost Titan Quirk."

Gasps rippled through the room, shock visible on every face. An advisor stepped forward, his eyes wide. "That’s impossible! Only the royals of the Glacialia Kingdom can possess that quirk!" he exclaimed.

His majesty suddenly said, his voice steady but grim. "I felt it too. To be precise, it’s even more powerful than mine. I sensed it briefly, twice, but I dismissed it, thinking it was a mistake. Now, with Sir William confirming it, I am certain. This quirk has truly awakened."

The tension in the room thickened, and the air grew heavy with disbelief. Suddenly, a voice rang out, trembling and raw. "What did you say?"

Everyone turned to see Her Majesty, her face pale, her eyes wide with hope and fear. "D-Does that mean… my son is alive?" she asked, her voice breaking as tears welled in her eyes.

The room fell silent as the weight of her words settled over them.

One of the advisors spoke softly, almost as if he couldn’t believe the words leaving his lips. "If the Frost Titan Quirk has awakened… it must mean that the prince—our prince—is still alive."

Her Majesty began to tremble, her legs weakening beneath her. Several of her chamberlains rushed to her side, helping her stay upright as she struggled to absorb the news.

"Quickly! Trace the energy and find him!" His Majesty’s voice echoed through the throne room. His normally composed demeanor had cracked, revealing the raw emotion simmering beneath. "If what the advisor says is true… then our son… my son… is still alive."